Eddie’s Prize (8 page)

Eddie came back into the kitchen with his hair damp and tousled, wearing a fresh shirt and a smile. He put a light hand on her back and seated her at the table with the grace of a gentleman. He smelled of strong soap with a hint of lavender. Lavender was not a scent she ever associated with a man, but it was good on him.

Eddie looked at the place setting at the opposite side of the table with a small frown. It wasn’t a big table, but he seemed to mentally measure the distance between their plates until he pushed the serving dishes to the middle and moved the other plate setting close to hers.

“Our first supper,” he breathed, picking up her hand to kiss the back. “Let me serve you this first time.”

Lisa thought the roast beef in gravy with potatoes was a bit fatty, but warm and filling after a long day. There were corn and biscuits, which seemed like over-kill on starch, and the apple pie for dessert brought the calorie count way over her limit. When she tried to take only small portions, Eddie piled more onto her plate, telling her she didn’t need to stint. This was their wedding supper, and she couldn’t expect so much food at every meal. Eddie wasn’t the sort of guy to chat while eating. He ate neatly but steadily, devouring what was on his plate without talking. Looking at the mound of food he consumed and comparing it to his lean narrow belly, she couldn’t imagine where he put it.

As soon as he was done eating, he offered to help with dishes.

“Because I don’t want us to waste any time,” he said meaningfully.

“We could let them sit until morning,” she suggested, wondering if her foot was too cold to slide into his lap.

Apparently he liked rules and schedules because he shook his head. “Better do it tonight so we don’t need to worry about anything except us later. Right? I’ll heat the water.”

Right. No dishwasher in 2064. It took a while for the kettle to heat, and while it did, Eddie showed her where their cold box was and how to store leftovers for tomorrow’s lunch. Lisa shuddered. No refrigerator and no microwave. Did he expect her to be able to cook?

Together they washed the dishes, dried them, and put them away. That was sort of fun. Eddie talked to her about the animals he worked with. She thought it was interesting Eddie was a veterinarian who loved his job. When the last plate was put away, Eddie took her towel from her hands and leaned in for a gentle kiss.

“Why don’t I bank the fires while you get ready for bed,” he murmured into her ear.

An eager quiver went through her. She kissed him back, letting her tongue glide against his. A matching quiver shook him. Lisa giggled a little.

“I’ll hurry,” she promised.

Eddie lit a lantern and handed it to her. “I’ll be waiting.”

Lisa tramped through the dark to the outhouse. The lantern made her feel like she was Laura from
Little House on the Prairie
. Or maybe, since she was heading for her wedding night, Ma Ingalls as a bride. She used what passed for the facilities, and then paused in the washroom to wash her hands and her face and brush her teeth. Normally she would take forty-five minutes or so brushing her hair, taking off her makeup, and applying lotion and eye cream. Tonight, she was back in the kitchen in less than ten minutes, face pink from scrubbing and excitement.

She and Eddie faced each other for a few moments. He raised a tentative hand to stroke her face and then her hair. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said in a husky, quiet voice. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m glad I did. I promise to cherish you all my life, no matter what the future holds.”

It sounded like something a bridegroom said at his wedding, and as wedding vows went, those words were perfect. If he thought she was beautiful without a smidge of makeup, then he was just about perfect too. Lisa sniffed back a tear. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

Eddie didn’t need a second invitation. His lips started out soft and gentle but turned demanding in a moment. The crack at the corner of his mouth didn’t seem to bother him at all. He maneuvered her down the hall and into the lamp-lit bedroom, shedding clothes with every step, without taking his lips away. He kissed her face, her throat, and her lips. When he used his teeth on her earlobe, she made a sound that made him raise his head.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“No, do it again,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, wickedly obedient.

He pushed her onto the bed and fell on top of her. Everything after that was a confused blur to Lisa. Without any further play, he used his knee to pull hers apart, and then his cock surged into her almost violently. If her body hadn’t already been primed for him, it would have hurt. He had no finesse. Enthusiasm, yes, but not finesse. He rocked desperately inside her for only a minute before groaning explosively. After his orgasm passed, he pulled out.

“Thank you, Lisa-love,” he murmured, and kissed her before reaching to blow out the lamp. “Good night, wife.”

Eddie curled around her, sweaty and satisfied, and dropped into sleep.

Lisa lay on her back, arms folded over her chest, staring up at the dark with disgust. Didn’t it figure Eddie would be a Minute Man? He looked like a sex god, but he was a wham-bam-thank-ya-ma’am type of lover. He made Brent look slow. Maybe she should count her blessings. At least he hadn’t hurt her.

A tear snuck down her cheek. She impatiently brushed it aside, but it was joined by another and then another, and she shocked herself with a small sob. Shoving the edge of her hand into her mouth didn’t help. All she could do was try to be as quiet as possible.

She wasn’t quiet enough. Eddie sat up with a jerk. “Lisa? Are you all right?” A match flared, and the lamp was lit. He held it up to look at her. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! I mean, yes, I’m okay, and no, you didn’t hurt me.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

How embarrassing. She clamped the blanket over her breasts. “Would you mind putting out the lamp?”

He turned to set it back on the nightstand, but didn’t blow it out. His face was worried when he turned back to her. “Lisa-love, tell me what’s wrong. Was I too rough?”

She hesitated, wiping her eyes again. “You weren’t too rough. It was…” She broke off and nibbled her lip.

“Tell me.”

She steeled herself. “It was too quick. I didn’t get a chance to come.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed, and he mouthed the word “come” soundlessly. Then his eyes flared with comprehension. “Oh, hell, my dad told me about that, and I completely forgot.”

Lisa’s mouth dropped open. She struggled up on an elbow. “You forgot? How can you forget something like that?”

“Well, I was busy feeling things I’ve never felt before,” he said defensively. “It was pretty overwhelming. But I’m sorry, love. I promise I’ll do better next time.”

Things he had never felt before? He was a virgin? That explained a lot. “Next time is now, Eddie.”

“But…” He glanced down at his blanket-covered lap. “I can’t yet.”

“Eddie, that’s not the only thing you can use. You have a mouth and hands, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah. But I’m not exactly sure how.”

The lamp light glowing in his hair and gilding his chest rendered him into a life-like golden statue of a god. Lisa thought the almost shy eagerness on his face made him seem boyish, but even more handsome.

“I’ll show you what I like, okay?”

“Okay.”

Lisa lay back and folded the blankets down to expose herself from her knees up. Her nipples tightened to hard points in the cool air. Eddie watched avidly.

“When your nipples do that, are you aroused? My dad said that’s how I could tell.”

“Sometimes.” Lisa pinched one nipple gently between her forefinger and thumb and rolled it. “Sometimes it means I’m cold. Right now it’s both. My breasts are very sensitive. See what I’m doing? Now you do it.”

Eddie seemed fascinated with her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, petted them, and pinched their nipples. “You don’t mind me touching you? My dad said some women just want sex over with.”

Really? Poor Mrs. Madison! “You can lick them too,” Lisa suggested. “Suck on them.”

“Suck on them?” Eddie’s eyes narrowed as he examined her breasts. “Like a baby?”

Her laugh escaped before she could stop it. Eddie sounded like a teenager. He really was a virgin! “I would like it. Why don’t you try it and see if you like it?”

The muscles in her belly clenched when he delicately licked a nipple. His hair, clean and dry now after his shower, brushed over her chest as he leaned over her. It tickled in the best way. Combined with his mouth closing over one breast, it made her gasp. He jerked his head up.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. It feels so good. Eddie, don’t stop.”

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You’re panting.”

“Eddie.” She grabbed his hair. “That means I like it. Keep going!”

“That’s what I thought.” He grinned and allowed her to pull his head back to her breast. He took his time licking both her breasts and sucking on them. Lisa encouraged him with soft moans. She was aching for him to do the same thing to her clit. It was feeling a bit neglected down there, drowning in the slickness of her desire. She lifted her knees and spread them wide, planting her feet against the bed. She tested herself and found she was wet. Very wet. No surprise. Her clit practically quivered for attention. Just her own touch sent a jolt through her. Eddie lifted his head and turned it to watch her fingers pressing and rubbing.

“Eddie, this is my clit. Clitoris, actually, but I call it my clit. It is ten times more sensitive than my breasts, but it needs a gentle touch at first.” She used her fingers to spread herself open. “Do you see it?”

Eddie turned to retrieve the lamp in a business-like way. His face was utterly enthralled as he examined her. “It’s kind of red. Does it hurt?”

This time Lisa managed to contain her giggle. “No. Below it is my vagina.”

“Yes,” said Eddie. “I know about that.”

“Yeah.” Lisa cleared her throat. “But for now, let’s play a little bit with my clit. See how I’m pressing on it with my fingertip? And then I make little circles around it? That feels really good to me. You try it.”

He tried to hand her the lamp. She waved him off.

“Lisa, you have to hold the lamp so I can see what I’m doing.”

“You don’t need the lamp. Go by touch.”

Eddie reluctantly set the lamp on the end table. He moved so he was kneeling between her thighs. “I’ve never heard of a clit. How’s this?”

“Nice, but you can press a little harder, Eddie. It’s always a good idea to start gentle. You can always apply more pressure la—Oh, God! That’s perfect, Eddie! More!”

He took her shout to heart. God, she loved a man who knew how to take advice and put it into action. She probably would have been moaning anyway, but she wanted to let him know what his fingers did to her, so she moaned louder when his fingers did something particularly nice. The way she was squirming and shoving up against his hand might have given him a clue anyway, but a little re-enforcement never hurt, right? He wasn’t afraid to improvise either, which was nice. He shifted his hand so his thumb could flick back and forth over her clit, and she saw his eyes lift to carefully watch her face.

“Do you like this too?”

“Yeah,” she panted. “A lot.”

His teeth gleamed briefly in a smile. “We’re going to have to do this again in the morning so I can see everything.”

His other hand began stoking her, fingertips just barely grazing the slick swollen flesh between her legs. “You’re so wet. Does it feel good when I do this?”

When two of his fingers slid deep inside her, she flung her head into the pillow with a breathy groan. She shoved her hips into his hand to force him deeper, and then relaxed and did it again. He caught onto the rhythm right away, and best of all, he never stopped playing with her clit. Her orgasm was almost within reach, rising closer with every thrust of his fingers

“Eddie, I’m close, so close. I’m coming …
now!
”

Her entire body seized in the throes of one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever experienced. Her legs locked closed on Eddie’s hand, but he still managed shallow thrusts into her, wringing every shiver of orgasm out of her until she lay in a limp, trembling heap.

She managed to lift her head weakly to stare at him in wide-eyed amazement. He stared back at her with a similar expression that curved into a wicked, white smile. They locked eyes, each highly pleased with the other, until Lisa laughed feebly.

“Eddie, you can stop now.”

He slid his fingers out of her and licked them. His eyes went back to her pussy with a speculative gleam. She let her head drop back to the pillow.

“No, Eddie, not right now. Next time, okay?”

He laid himself over her, worming his forearms under her shoulders to lift her slightly to meet his gentle kiss. “How did you know what I wanted to do?”

“I could read your face.”

He kissed her again. “I’ve heard of men licking their wives there, and I always thought it sounded disgusting. But right now, I can’t wait to taste you.”

And she would return the favor, as soon as she found a little energy.

“Lisa.” His voice was hushed. “I’m glad you showed me what to do to make you come.”

She felt new tears smart her eyes. “Thank you for doing it. Before, when you were done and curled up to go to sleep, I thought you didn’t care about me. It hurt.”

“No.” He lifted her, balanced on his forearms under her back, to press her against his chest for a moment. He lowered her again, looking earnestly into her eyes. “You’re my wife. I want you to be happy. I’ll do anything I can to make you happy.” The wicked smile bloomed again. “And it’s not like it’s a chore to make you come. I loved doing that to you.”

She trailed her fingertips up his sides, over his back, and into his hair. “I loved it too.”

“You’ll have to show me what else you like.”

“Hmm. Or you could experiment,” she suggested. She felt a smile tug at her lips. “That could be fun, don‘t you think?”

“Sure,” he agreed. “As long as you tell me if I do something you don’t like.”